One of the great moments in my childhood was the Saturday morning my mom let me prepare breakfast for the family, I was 8 years old.
For my first breakfast on the menu was pancakes, something I watched mom make a million times - it looked so easy!
As you guessed, I overmixed the batter resulting in tough, chewy pancakes. Working with flour is an art. Mom measured her dry and wet ingredients by eye, with perfect pancakes everytime because she understood the ratio of dry to wet and knew when to stop mixing by the appearance of the batter. Not overmixing is also the secret to pie crust - my first-made pie needed a lightsaber to cut it. Worse, the apples weren't thoroughly cooked.
It still fascinates me the way flour yields different results by the way it is handled.


